In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities-Chapter 188 Trap

The blazing heat of the sun above and the rhythmic march of the enemy caused their hearts to race and their breaths to quicken.

Some felt their palms slick with sweat, while one soldier noticed his spear trembling faintly in his grasp. Beads of sweat dripped from his fingers to the earth below, his heart already gripped by terror as if he were staring down the edge of an enemy’s blade.

Sergeants moved through the ranks, patting soldiers on the shoulder and urging them to overcome their fear. Yet, their reassurances barely scratched the surface of the mounting panic.

"They’re just numerous, not strong!" one sergeant shouted, but his voice failed to penetrate the soldiers’ terrified minds.

The scene before them was nothing short of harrowing. The enemy’s march felt like an unstoppable tidal wave bearing down upon them. Dust swirled upward, almost touching the sun, and some soldiers instinctively stepped back, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

"What are you scared of? They’re still far away!" the sergeant barked again, but the deep-seated fear had already taken root.

The soldiers swallowed hard, gripping their weapons tightly despite their sweaty palms. Their lips, however, grew dry as a desert.

As the enemy drew closer, their shapes became clearer. Banners fluttered in the wind, their sheer numbers forming an endless sea beneath them. The sunlight reflected off their armor like cold, glittering fire.

Whether it was imagination or reality, the soldiers could swear they heard the sound of the enemy’s march, growing louder like an approaching storm.

"Tens of thousands… maybe hundreds of thousands…" one soldier muttered in a trembling voice.

Another soldier nearby widened his eyes in response, as the sheer magnitude of the enemy forces made their throats tighten.

The sergeant pushed through the troops, shouting, "Hold your ground! When this war is over, you’ll be able to boast of your glory for generations! Follow your training, and we will win!"

But the words were insufficient.

Realizing that fear was spreading through the ranks, Michael turned to Marcus for assistance. Floating high above, the magical beast roared with deafening might, jolting the soldiers out of their terror-induced stupor.

The sergeants’ encouragements, once muffled by fear, began to register. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, glancing at one another with renewed determination.

Though their fear didn’t vanish completely, their tension began to ease. A fragile but growing sense of resolve rippled through the ranks.

Michael stood atop the watchtower, closely monitoring the enemy’s movements. His sharp gaze followed the vanguard, steadily drawing closer to the fortress.

He waited patiently for them to reach the position of the traps. With a piercing look, he ensured the readiness of his archers.

The archers, personally trained by Michael, felt the weight of their bows in trembling hands. However, Michael’s steady gaze filled them with resolve, and they straightened their postures.

Time seemed to crawl as the entire fortress held its breath in tense anticipation.

Finally, the enemy’s vanguard appeared within sight. With enhanced vision, Michael discerned that the approaching troops were mostly infantry from the allied minor tribes, not part of the Five Great Tribes.

Miaomiao, circling in the sky to guard against the Black Hawk Tribe’s aerial ambushes, relayed a message to Michael through her enchanted earring.

"No hidden ambushes. They’re advancing honestly this time."

"Same strategy as always. Thanks, Miaomiao. Keep watching," Michael replied.

The Pamir Empire often relied on the same tactic: sending weaker allied forces to exhaust the defenders before deploying their elite units. Despite its predictability, this strategy often succeeded due to the empire’s vast population and the overwhelming strength of its elites.

Michael analyzed the enemy’s strengths and compared them to his own. Unless through ambush, the chances of winning a direct confrontation against the Pamir elites were slim. Each of their elite warriors was a near-superhuman monster.

Even without transformations, the disparity in cavalry numbers was glaring. It was crucial not to waste arrows on the initial wave. The traps alone had to suffice in repelling them.

As the enemy’s vanguard approached the area where the traps had been set, Michael raised his hand high to give the signal.

Nearby mages, who had been standing by, began chanting in unison. Their voices vibrated through the air, and the previously tranquil ground began to rumble violently.

The allied tribes’ infantry hesitated, alarmed by the sudden upheaval of the earth beneath their feet. Explosive sounds erupted around them, and flames shot skyward, splitting the plains with roaring infernos.

"Fire!" one of the allied commanders shouted in panic.

Buried across the plains, coal and hay bundles ignited instantly under the power of fire-element mages. The flames roared like living beasts, devouring everything in their path.

Although coal normally required high temperatures to ignite, fire mages easily bypassed such physical limitations.

The flames coiled and surged, enveloping the enemy in a blazing storm.

The soldiers within the fortress erupted in cheers, their voices echoing as they watched the raging inferno consume the advancing troops.

The sight of soldiers and mages working on the plains had been observed by the allied tribes, but they never imagined such a devastating trap awaited them.

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"Fire! The mages have set it ablaze!"

As the once-calm plains were engulfed in towering flames, wind mages scrambled to redirect the inferno away from the fortress. These mages, originally researchers studying dragons and sphinxes, now found themselves reluctantly serving as makeshift mercenaries.

For the weary soldiers within the fortress, the sight of the enemy burning in the flames was exhilarating. It brought rare smiles to their faces, rekindling a sense of hope that had been smothered by the overwhelming might of the allied tribes’ advance.

Cheers erupted among the ranks.

"We did it! They’re getting roasted alive. Burn them all!"

Outside, however, the plains had transformed into a living hell. The allied forces, charging bravely moments before, were now screaming in terror as they were consumed by the raging fire.

The sudden blaze sent them into chaos, with soldiers colliding and trampling one another in their desperate attempts to escape. But there was nowhere to run. No matter where they turned, the inferno surrounded them.